“Nothing — of course! That’s the best answer. Is it the case that you are going to live in his house?”
“Yes, your father kindly recommended me to him.”
“Then look out for him, I warn you! He won’t forgive you easily, for taking back the letter.”
Aglaya pressed the prince’s hand and left the room.
Her face was serious and frowning; she did not even smile as she nodded good-bye to him at the door.
“I’ll just get my parcel and we’ll go,” said the prince to Gania, as he re-entered the drawing-room. Gania stamped his foot with impatience. His face looked dark and gloomy with rage.